Clika One - The Circle lyrics

Chorus: G Money I'll always Spit this gangsta sh** I'm always G'd up gansterish I'll always Have a gangsta b**h That loves my gangsta ways Now and ever (Verse 1) [Romero] Some call me a dreamer And it seems it's very hard to achieve 'em Some say it's impossible I find that hard to believe See, I was starvin' with this hunger To sharpen my steez We all came up from a circle Surrounded by G's Fully equipped Money, d**, bullets and b**hes Everything I ever wanted I would hustle to get it Bustin' my knuckles on punk motherf**ers that wanted to chunk 'em Bullsh** ain't nothin' til someone says says somethin' to someone Ain't have it Grabbin' the heater, peelin' the hammer back Don't look so happy to see me when I come blastin' back I counterattack On coward a** rappers Who can't even rap, but can act Y'all still need practice My story is told and sold in the slums and street corners Bangin' beats full of funk, you bums are sleepin' on us Ill just keep those names anonymous Keep away from y'all piranhas, always biting and sh** And my so-called homeboys, they didn't even buy my sh** While my motherf**in' haters still alive for it It's the L to the O-B-O in the low, low-minded for 'sho Armani cologne with some barbershop Crop to get blown [Bad Boy] Don't approach me dude, I'm not in the mood I'm fightin' the mind And if I lose, I'll be out of my noose I left school just to ride with the crew Lighting a few Tryin' to do, whatever lies, tries in my cube I'm not you, so you can't be me I'm M.V.P You ain't scarin' nobody with your M.V.P.'s I'm high grade The ice alone zippin' in the crave To pop's grave, and I put that on life, I will not change I'm the same cat Witness the power of the brain cat Only the wise willin' to stare me when I say that Only the light will ever teach me what the brain can't The only prize can say for the same man My name tat' It's all related to the same crap I know I'm not a k**er And I don't intend to change that Don't make me have to bring the game back You f** around and get your plates tapped Or get your plates capped Break: Romero We all came up from a circle, surrounded by G's k**ers Dealers and ballers Prey parts from your dreams All in a circle All of our anger, all of our verses All for one purpose To be this mob that will hurt you (Verse 2) [Kishwah] The way I grew up was rough My big homies was my circle Used to have to box with 'em, til my knuckles turned purple But they gave me game at a very young age, so I'd survive That's real It's no lie, it's cause of them, I'm still alive They showed me to be cold, inhumane and crude The knowledge obtained in the streets wasn't explained in school Like how to use Game as a tool 'gainst some fool the same as you From the Flame and the fuel, provin' there's no change in rules They were here before you came They gon' be here when you leave Silly game won't ever change that, so players, please believe Hate's like a disease, it can't be treated or cured Unless you take heed to my word, that's why I need to be heard I need the whole world to listen up And pay attention To the lesson I'm about to teach your a**, cla** in session Welcome to How-To-Keep-It-Real 101 First thing's keep a steal Never leave without your gun Trust no one cause no one there should be trusted Seen the hardest fool, and they can't permit, when they got busted Never let your gun get rusted, bust, then make sure to clean it You don't want that sh** to jam, understand, man, I mean it Throw a condom on your penis, before you decide to hit it When it comes to the AIDS, if she's got it, trust me, you'll get it If I said it, I meant it And I hope you learn something Like to you soldiers with no stripes, it's time to earn something [Brown] I pull my life Right out on the page Read, "Dawg These are my days" These Criminal ways, they got us criminal cases We gots to hold gauges and smoke O's, ain't no changes We in the motherf**in' same place With the same thugs Same gangstas, the same d** It ain't no secret where we from, this Click to the One Circle of guns Sicker than f**, looking for any funds We spit this sh** in front of everyone, every word Is meant How I said it, son You motherf**ers Ain't ready for it, but here it comes This sh** is thicker than one Cause all my dawgs sleep in the same slums Doing licks with the same guns And we ain't ready to run The game is all, but a game to some The game is fun Until your brains laying out in the sun You motherf**ers need to stay calm You see what happens to fools That was talking, they getting bombed on [G Money] I'm always G'd up gangsterish I'm always Kickin' this gangsta sh** I'm a always Have a gangsta b**h That love my gangsta ways Now and ever And that Is that gangsta sh** At last It's that L.V. sh** (L.V. sh**) At last It's that Mexican click That love my Gangsta ways Now and ever At last It's Mexican sh**